The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1887-05-11

sinners, but when I seed you heften' pie
inter yer mouth with fork | knowcd
you were gambler, fer Ialways noticed
them gents eats that way in the cities. :"
Boxer, besides holding the various posi-
tions in town OF justice of the peace,
postmaster, coroner and hotel-keeper,
u az obbiess Ct geas R5aEsat E faT % oil
cheap excursion to Richmond, and he
was never tired of retailing his exploits
in that city when the usual ioafers had
gathered about the fireplace In the back
room of the grocery chewing like COWS
great cuds of tobacco and smoking their
cob pipes. Boxer had brass watch
he had bought as souvenir of
his visit to the city, and he had a
great way of taking 1t out every now
and then in the midst of one of his re-
markable lies and grayely referring to the
broken dial, shutting the case finally with
snap and restoring II to the depths of
his waistcoat pocket with the remark:
Peers like the old box is runnin a little
slow to-day" or "Wal, now, I've went
and forgot to wind II agin," arrived at
Frogs Hollow in the afternoon and lost
no time in getting Mr.. Boxer to prepare
me good meal, while took refresh
ing dip in cold mountain spring which
flowed about quarter OF a mile from
the hotel.
When l returned, feeling mole like a
Christian, found that the worthy land.
lord had exerted himself we'll in my
behalf. There was pitcher OF milk,
an enormous pie, some ash cakes, fried
hominy, and lastly "fricashoe" of
chicken, as Boxer called a savory stew,
intending no doubt that having been to
the city he knew the meaning of fri
cassee.
did justice to the menu and the affa-
BILE host~kept me company chattering
volubly, and asking no end of questions
about the great world of which he had
once had such a feeting glimpse.
His was evidently proud to be seen en-
gagged in conversation with city man,
for he would occasionally turn his head
toward the window and smile affably at
the row of tow-headed natives, who
were surveying me with awed express
sions In their faces over the window sill,
until l felt like monstrosity ON exhibit
ton in museum.
After had wrought considerable
havoc in the viands, we went out on the
front porch, still followed by an admir-
ing crowd, and l was Offered cob pipe
by my host filled with a highly Favored.
though green tobacco, which gave forth
strong acid smoke, yet not unpleasant
to smell.
II was goin' to ask YOU" said Mr.,
Boxer, when the pipes were in full blast,
EFF you'uns had ever went to reel ole
all night party in the mountings, How
chap like you'd, like to see SIGH doin's."
length that old Wink Nixon, who lived
on the other side of the valley, had de-
cided to give an all-night party, as he
had daughter who was kind o slow O.
gittin' married" and thought that a party
might stir the boys in the neighborhood
up bit to the recognition Of her nu-
merous charms.
decided to accept Mr.. Boxers invita-
ton, and as my mare was now shod and
the landlord had equipped himself with
a ragged-looking mule. we rode off down
the valley just as the silver crescent of
the moon was browning the hills with
light.
Even the voluble Mr. Boxer said little
as we galloped on, enjoying, as l did,
the beauties of the night and the moon
lit panorama that unfolded itself In end
less variety. There was balsamic odor
of pines In the air and the silver tinkle
of rushing waters, with now and then
the bark OF a fox, or the boot of night
owl and ah0Va ma hunp like yraat